NOT ENOUGH.

"My name is Eron," the man replied, his eyes crinkling with a smile. "And I have been surviving out here on my own for many years now."

Harold was curious about this man who seemed so confident and comfortable in this lawless land. "How have you managed to survive all these years?"

Eron leaned back, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I've learned to adapt, to blend in and become invisible when I need to. And I've made a few friends along the way who help me out when I need it."

Just then, the other men who were working in the camp called out for the slaves to return to their duties. Eron stood up, the smile fading from his face. "It's time for me to go. I will see you around, Harold."

Harold watched as Eron blended in with the rest of the workers, disappearing from view. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this man than met the eye. But for now, she would keep that observation to herself and continue to play along with the charade.

And with that, Rava and th